Thursday, November 29, 2018

I came across some naughty postcards that were popular in Britain in the fifties. To inspire your creativity I blanked out the original speech bubble in this one, but I will share it with you after you have had a chance to think of your own.

Leave your caption as a comment below, and I will publish all submissions in a day or two.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Today's story is somewhat different from the usual spanking story - but don't worry, there's plenty of spanking in it! It's another tale by that great CP author, Rollin Hand, set in a distant time, in a far-off land. I hope you enjoy it.

The scholar called upon the Earl at his manor house, but he was not there.

“You will find him at the Boar and Bugle in the village,” said his housekeeper. “The Lady Catherine is quarrelling with her daughters today over their lessons, and he wants no part of it.”

Indeed, from within the walls of the great house he could hear a periodic crack, like twig snapping, and a cry of distress in response. It sounded to the scholar like Lady Catherine was winning the argument.

He found the Earl, Sir Hugh McCaslin, at the inn seated in a corner and chatting amiably with a few of his fellows. The scholar approached and introduced himself.

“Of course,” said Sir Hugh. “You’re the lad who wrote to me from the university at Castile. You are writing the history of the Five Kingdoms.”

The scholar admitted that that was indeed the case. “I am Benjamin Montcrief and the History is to be my master work. So much has happened and it is important that it be preserved. I have written much about the Great War but in my research I chanced to hear about the Princess of the Glen, Sophia. Events that occurred at home while the great armies were away had much to do with the Five Kingdoms. So at this point I am most interested in Sophia the Fair. I understand that you knew her. I would like to learn all you can tell me about her.”

Sir Hugh dismissed his fellows to give them some privacy.

“So you want to know about Sophia the Fair? A truly great lady. She ruled the Glen of Mountvail for only a short time, but during that time she was the fairest, and most astute ruler the Glen had ever known. She was beloved of her people, and for good reason. She saved them from conquest at the hands of Richard of Avignon. They are a free people today because of her.”

Montcrief asked, “She was special to you, wasn’t she?”

“Very much so,” said Sir Hugh. “I was the captain of her personal guard.” He shouted to the innkeeper, “Ned, bring more mead. This looks to be thirsty work.” To the scholar he said, “I hope you have some time.”

The scholar smiled. “I will listen all day if necessary.”

Sir Hugh began. “I was a simple hedge knight, but an educated one, when I met her brother Edward. He needed an entourage, some skilled fighters and engineers. We became friends, comrades in arms. We hunted together, fought bandits and chased women all over the kingdom.” Hugh shook his head chuckling, recalling a rowdy youth. Then he continued.

“One day when I was visiting Edward, he took me aside. He did not know why, but apparently my presence had caught the eye of Princess Sophia. She wanted to see me. So I was shown to her chambers.”

“She was beautiful, I’ve heard,” said the scholar.

“That doesn’t begin to do her justice. She had long hair so golden it was almost white, a face like an angel and the figure of a goddess. But mainly, it was her eyes. She had the most beautiful, large, deep blue eyes. A man could get lost in those eyes.

“She sought my help in understanding certain concepts in her study subjects and I was glad to help. She said she wanted to learn, but her tutor was a most difficult man and very obtuse, not capable of explaining things in a way she could grasp. After that we spoke quite frequently. I was able to boil complicated things down for her. She was bright, kind, and not at all the spoiled princess that you might expect being the daughter of a duke.

“Then one day she came to me. She wanted me to see something, she said. I agreed. Who could deny such a lady? It was an odd request. She swore me to secrecy, then she led me through a passage in the walls that she knew about and hid me in a chamber from which I could observe her in the keep’s library. That was where she met with her tutor. And she was to meet with him that day.

“Now, not all ladies have tutors, but old Henry deValse, her father the duke, wanted Sophia, who was nineteen at the time, to learn law and history, geography and mathematics. He was getting on in years and figured that Edward, who was to be the warrior, might need help ruling The Glen if he had to be absent. War was coming, and King Alfred wanted the knights of The Glen for his army. Anyway, Sophia confided to me that she had been doing poorly of late with her lessons and there were to be consequences. She wanted me to watch in secret. Someone was to be punished for Sophia’s failings.

“It wasn’t to be Sophia. Like most nobility, Sophia had a whipping girl. Actually, all of her ladies-in-waiting were at risk should she fail at her lessons. So I watched from a hidden chamber as Verna, a pretty lass and one of her ladies, was brought in. Remember, these ladies were Sophia’s close friends, the daughters of minor nobles, merchants and craftsmen who lived at the keep with her as companions. But today one of them had been chosen to be flogged in Sophia’s stead.

“The tutor was angry with Sophia for some recent failing. He bound the poor girl across a stool made expressly for the purpose of chastisement. It had buckling straps on all four legs and a curved in top. Well, when she was all trussed up, he raised her skirts to reveal a most shapely backside, all bare and vulnerable. He took up a rod, which, as you know, is sheaf of several whippy switches, and proceeded to whip the girl, forcing Sophia to watch. He gave her about a dozen strokes, hard. The poor girl cried bitterly as stroke after stroke striped her bottom. If Sophia shut her eyes, he made her open them. If she covered her ears he made her remove her hands. For several minutes I saw and heard the swish…thwack! of the rod, the futile squirming, heard the piteous wails. It was a thorough switching and they led Sophia’s little friend away in tears.

“So I wondered why Sophia had wanted me to see that. Well, I found out. A day later she came to me and bade me accompany her on a ride. Ostensibly, I was to be her bodyguard in case of an attack by brigands. We rode for a ways until we stopped at a secluded grove. Inside the grove there was a clearing. I wondered what we were doing there. Then Sophia reminded me of what I had seen in the library. I said ‘yes, but so what?’”

Sir Hugh chuckled. “I’ll never forget what she did next. She asked for my knife. I gave it to her and she cut some switches from a willow and bound them with a ribbon. She handed me this rod, and to my utter amazement, lifted her dress over her head and took it off. Underneath she was stark naked.”

Hugh shook his head. “You never saw such a beautiful creature. Her breasts were full, her waist tiny, flaring into shapely hips. I was in shock that she’d disrobe before me.”

“She said, ‘I’ve never been punished in this way. If others are to be whipped in my behalf, I want to know their pain so I can try harder. If I do better, they will be spared.’

I stood there like a fool while she turned her back. She bent over grasping a low branch and thrust out the loveliest, most perfectly rounded pair of female buttocks you’ve ever seen--firm, round, and exquisitely shaped. Then she said, ‘Strike, Sir Hugh, just like my tutor, a dozen hard strokes. And don’t hold back.’

“You could have knocked me over with a feather. But I did as she asked. I thrashed her like an errant stable boy. She took it. Her body flinched and she cried out. But throughout she presented that gorgeous posterior of hers for the rod’s painful kiss. She did not try to evade the strokes. I could see the white of her knuckles but she did not let go of that branch. Not once.”

Sir Hugh took a long drink. “And it wasn’t the only time. Any time a lady-in-waiting was to be flogged, she made me watch from the hidden chamber. Then we made a trip to the grove. If he used a leather strap, I used a leather strap. If it was a butter paddle, I spanked her with a butter paddle. Whatever the tutor did, I did the same. Later she told me she always showed her bottom to the poor girl and they consoled each other. It did not take long before there were no more thrashings. She had mastered her subjects.”

Wasn't that an exciting beginning? But wait! There's more coming up next week.

Monday, November 26, 2018

We asked to hear from all the women who spank their men, and here they are.

Roz: I am the spankee in our relationship but have on occasion spanked Rick
in play, nothing serious. It was fun to be on the other end lol.

Sara: Hank is disciplined most weeks. We agreed to a set of rules. If the rule is broken Friday while kids are out he will be kneeling on the bed naked. He will be spanked till tears. Real tears! It works for us both.

Rosco: I’ll speak for my wife Irene since she doesn’t read these blogs - though
she does read sexually explicit stuff from time to time.

Spanking
is pretty much a sexual thing. That doesn’t mean every spanking is
followed by sex or that the spankings aren’t intense.

Many years
ago I asked her if she’d like to try spanking. Took a lot of nerve to
ask her. She said she was fine to try it so long as she’d be doing the
spanking. She was initially tentative but soon sent me out to buy a
riding crop. She prefers leather to wood it seems. She seems to get more
turned on even than I do these days - after spanking me she gets pretty
wild.

Most of our dates involve spanking, reverse cowgirl
cunnlingus then intercourse - in that order. Many also involve bondage,
pedicures etc.

About one out of three spankings aren’t followed
by any sex. Usually these are at bedtime. I am dozing off and Irene will
come in and whip me soundly. It oddly relaxes me and I wake up ready to
please in all ways.

Irene and I
decided long ago she wouldn’t spank me if she was really annoyed. She
does it only for small transgressions - general insolence, not folding
her panties correctly etc. We also do a lot of role playing where I
caught peeping in the girls locker room or a million other scenarios.

That
said Irene says she like to make it hurt. And it does, especially when
she takes a full swing with the two tailed tawse. But the intense pain
quickly subsides into a delicious glow.

The only time it’s not
sexy is when she misses. If a switch wraps around and strikes the far
hipbone, or she gets the tailbone. I even love being smacked (more
moderately) in the balls - something I never would have guessed.

But for us it’s all about sex and there’s never any mommy/daddy stuff.

Jack's wife: My husband Jack has posted on this site, his spankings are punishment,
sex does not enter the picture at all. He must have mentioned that he
wanted to be spanked and I was not in to spankings. I caught him
masturbating, looking at spanking magazines prior to our marriage. I
was so disgusted with this little boy behavior I grabbed his arm and to
the kitchen we went. I pulled a chair and said if you wish to be
spanked then you will be and really spanked him hard, did not know that
was in me. My mother has spanked him, her house her rules her
punishment. He is learning us females are more complex than males
knows. The one thing he hates the most is when he needs a spanking I’m
not the wife, I’m the Mommy and he must call me Mommy. He does wall
time, I don’t care who sees his red bottom. If asked why he was spanked
he must tell the truth and say that Mommy spanks naughty little boys. I
will show this to Jack, since he is still asleep, but this Mommy
prefers not to mention that I spank my husband, we have a couple of ladies
where we live who also spank their husbands so it is more common than one
would think.

Jack: My wife showed me what she posted, I'm Jack the husband. Since she
spanked me the first time she has improved and not what I wanted. She
has taken charge of the household and I admit she does a better job than
me. The spankings, always over her lap, she states naughty little boys
are put across Mommie's lap for spankings. What she has done that I
really don't like, is the spankings are not confined to the home. I have
been spanked in hotels, taken to her old bedroom at her mother's home
and spanked. Spankings take place then and there. I will be facing the
wall after the spanking, most times with my pants and underpants around
my ankles. If I really messed up, I must undress, get a very long
scolding and then face the wall naked.

She reminds me she was not
into spankings, and she still is not. What she means is it is not a
sexual foreplay, spankings are for punishment and punishment only. So
trust me when I say she has improved on the spankings, my bare bottom
will attest to it, and also I do as told then and there when I've earned
a spanking.

Barrel: I am Barrel and leaving this post as my wife is not as far out with our
lifestyle as I am, although she finds inspiration in links I share with
her, especially this one.

My wife spanks me as discipline and
punishment. Her spankings are always followed up with some form of sex,
but not all of our intimate sessions include spanking. My spankings
are always hard but a few, the punishments and response for insolece,
are intense. In fact, I mouthed off a bit yesterday and she told me to
prepare for a long and hard whipping with the strap later today. She
also uses spanking to relieve stress for both of us. I’m not sure how
that works but I feel better after a long session with several of her
implements.

I can attest her confidence and skill has been enhanced over the 40 years she has been spanking me. Thank you all for giving us your perspective on spanking. Have a fine week!

Sunday, November 25, 2018

Welcome to another weekend spanko brunch. I'm sorry it was pre-empted last week for Love Our Lurkers, but I'll try not to let that happen again. Please help yourself to a turkey sandwich while I introduce this week's topic. It was submitted by Jack, a regular reader and commenter here at Hermione's Heart.

I would like to hear more about those women who do spank. I talk about my wife spanking me but seldom hear from women who spank their husbands or boyfriends. I have learned from my wife that spankings and sex are not one. So just asking if women would speak up.

How about it, gals? I must have some female readers who spank their partners, so if you are reading this, I would love to hear how you feel about the experience. Is it domestic discipline, foreplay, or a combination? Men on the business end of the paddle can speak for their wives and sweethearts if that works better for you. Please leave your response as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion on Monday.

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

This is a rather sweet--if not so gentle--story from that bygone era of American spanking stories where uncles and aunts had control over their nieces and were within their rights when they exercised that control. If the idea of this offends you, please stop reading now. This fairly long tale of domestic discipline is by a lady named Janice Gold, from a collection aptly titled Good Old Fashioned Spanking Stories.

Jennifer had no idea that things would take such a turn. It was obvious that there would be quite a bit of an adjustment to go through, but had she known that he would do this to her, she probably would have fought against the change entirely. But is that true, she asked herself. If she really had known that he would literally assume the role as her father, would she really have been against it from the beginning? She doubted it, as she made the long and painful climb up the stairs to her bedroom.

It all started only three months ago when her father found out that he would be transferred. William Barrett, Senior Engineer at Argyle Dynamics, had been informed that his expertise was needed in the South African office, at least for a year and possibly two. His wife, Marge, a petite and quiet woman, didn't really want to pick up and move, however she would do whatever her husband deemed best.

And so three months ago, Mr. Barrett sat down with his wife and daughter and explained that the transfer had gone through. Then he brought up the sensitive issue about what to do with Jennifer. There was a mood of excitement and sadness in his voice. He did not want to separate the family, however he felt stronger about not wanting to take Jennifer out of her senior year in high school and put her in a foreign country. And the problems that had been going on in South Africa only seemed to compound this feeling.

It seemed that a temporary separation would be the only alternative. Finding a second home for Jennifer would not be a problem, and for this William Barrett was grateful. Jennifer had always had a second home--her Uncle Tom and Aunt Elaine lived across town, and Jennifer had always been very close to them. Mr. Barrett knew that Jennifer would not be too much of a handful for his brother and sister-in-law--she was a good daughter, though sometimes stubborn in wanting her own way.

They kept a closer than normal eye on her, especially since it was evident to them that Jennifer was turning into a real beauty and capturing quite a bit of male attention. She had a dark complexion, large beautiful green eyes, and soft thick brown hair that just curved past her neck and rested lightly on her shoulders. She was petite like her mother, and she looked more like an angelic child than the young woman she felt herself really to be. Mr. Barrett was lucky that his daughter, so far, had turned out pretty well--respectful of her elders, a good student in school, and one who had a good sense between right and wrong.

Tom and Elaine Barrett, William's older brother and sister-in-law, had lived in the same town ever since Jennifer was a small child. The two brothers had always been very close to each other, with William looking up to Tom since he was the older brother of seven years and was worldly and well-rounded. Tom and Elaine did not have any children of their own and they regarded Jennifer like their own child. Jennifer remembered quite a few occasions when she had had a fight with her mother or father in her early teenage years and made the great escape by taking the bus across town to be comforted by her "second parents".

And so it was decided that for at least the next year until she would graduate high school, Jennifer would live with her Uncle Tom and Aunt Elaine. This didn't seem too terrible to Jennifer; of course she would miss her parents but after all, she did love her Uncle and Aunt very much. The only problem that Jennifer anticipated was that since Uncle Tom and Aunt Elaine never had any children of their own, she would have to "break them in" and make sure that she would have the same privileges and allowances that she was used to. And maybe, just maybe, Jennifer thought to herself, she would even have more than her own parents allowed. Perhaps her curfew could be extended, her allowance increased, and her responsibilities lightened.

At the airport there were many hugs and kisses. As Jennifer's parents were about to board the plane, her father said, "Jenny baby, now your Uncle Tom is your father figure and I expect you to listen to him and be on your best behaviour, okay?" Now that the moment had arrived, Jennifer, for some reason, felt a twinge of discomfort. She smiled, nodded, and gave her parents one last hug.

Tom Barrett was a handsome man, tall and distinguished looking, approaching forty-seven years, with an athletic build, and stern but friendly features. His trim moustache and dark brown hair were the only common features that he and his brother shared. The two men were very different in demeanour. Tom Barrett had a strong air of authority about him, almost an air of power. He was a true leader; he had always been put in command and was used to making quick and sound decisions. This was natural for him, not only in his personal life but in his professional life as well.

Within the first few days in her new home, it was established by her Uncle that she would keep her weekday and weekend curfew hours that had been previously set by her parents on her seventeenth birthday. Jennifer really had hoped that her hours would be extended; ten o'clock on weekday nights and eleven-thirty on weekend nights just seemed too early for her to be in. Nevertheless, she thought in due time she would have it extended, if not by requesting it--then by practicing it.

Although Jennifer's Uncle did not have reason to show any anger towards his niece in the first few weeks of her stay, she could clearly sense a strong and powerful side to him. She remembered the first and only spanking as a child he had given her when she was eleven years old. The details were vague in her mind, but as she thought about it, she felt herself get dizzy and bothered. She was aware that her memories and the impressions he made on her only served to subconsciously reinforce her feelings of respect for him.

Jennifer heard something "extra" in his voice when he reprimanded an employee on the phone, or when he had a disagreement with Elaine. She also heard this when they had a simple discussion on political or current issues. She felt her heart skip a beat with excitement when her Uncle subtly projected his authority. Unknown to Jennifer at the time, she would grow to be very attracted to strong and authoritative men. But at this time, all she knew was that she was full of feelings of love and respect for this man, and don't all nieces have these feelings toward their uncles?

One day, during her second month in her new home, Jennifer was invited to go out with a new group of kids from her school. This particular group had a reputation of being rowdy and somewhat delinquent, yet on the other hand, they were associated by most of the other students with being very 'cool'. Jennifer knew that they weren't as clean-cut and academically oriented as most of her other friends, but she believed that perhaps they weren't as bad as everyone made them out to be. It was a Tuesday evening in November and they were all going to the movies and then out for some hot chocolate at the local diner.

After dinner, she walked into her Uncle's study and told him about her plans for the evening. He responded, "have fun, Jennifer, but do remember that it's a school night and you've got to be back by ten o'clock." Jennifer knew that this group would laugh at her if she got up and left before ten 'because of my Uncle's silly curfew'. She decided that tonight she would set a precedent with her new guardian and compel him to change her curfew to a more reasonable hour.

The evening passed very quickly. Her new friends were funny, uninhibited, loud, and sometimes a bit crass. This was new to Jennifer and somehow seemed refreshing for her to be around her peers that were so unlike her and so relaxed and at ease with each other. Nine forty-five approached and it seemed that the evening was just getting started. They had just arrived at the diner and it was obvious that they were the loudest group there.

At ten fifteen Jennifer started to become conscious of time and began to worry how her Uncle would react when she would return home. She dismissed the thought from her mind when her new friend, Crystal, asked her if she wanted to go with them to the mall on Friday after school. Jennifer responded, "sure, sounds like fun," and then wondered to herself if that was a 'cool' answer.

What stood out in Jennifer's mind was how the evening ended. At about eleven o'clock the leader of the group, Jack, got up and told everyone to meet him outside and wait in the car. A few moments later, he came out, jumped into the driver's seat and then sped off. They all laughed together and remarked that they deserved the free meal. It was obvious that no one had paid for their snack at the diner.

Jennifer laughed with them but inwardly she felt very uncomfortable. This was a form of stealing and they knew it and did it voluntarily and jokingly. Jennifer was comforted by the fact that she was to be the first one dropped off at home. They said good-night to Jennifer and drove off with the tires screeching and the muffler sounding throughout the neighbourhood.

Jennifer felt a knot in her stomach. She looked at her watch and saw that it was almost eleven thirty. She wasn't so upset that she was nearly an hour and a half late getting home, but she was sure that her Uncle would have heard the car, the tires, their voices, and their general rowdiness. She walked to the front door and into the house and saw the light on in her Uncle's study. The study door was open.

"Jennifer, come in here!" his voice sounded angry and sharp. Jennifer felt the goose pimples on her arms rise up and catch the cool air.

"Yes, Uncle Tom, I'm coming." She replied

She put down her coat and pocketbook and slowly stepped into the study and saw her Uncle sitting at his desk in his big leather chair. His face was stern and there was a spark of controlled anger in his eyes. He stood up. "What time did I tell you to be home, Jennifer?"

"Um, ten o'clock Uncle Tom, but I was with other kids and they um, weren't ready at ten and I was getting a ride with them ... " She could feel her face get hot and flushed. Her Uncle was angry and disapproving.

"I heard your friends drop you off, as I'm sure the entire neighbourhood heard the same. Aside from that, Jennifer, an agreement in this home is sacred and binding, and we had already agreed that your curfew on weekday nights is ten o'clock, is that not true?"

"Yes, Uncle Tom, that's true but I think ... " she got flustered with her words and thought that perhaps this was not a good time to suggest anything. She continued, "I think that maybe we ought to change my curfew ... I mean, none of the other kids my age have to be in by ten o'clock!" As soon as Jennifer finished speaking, she saw more anger in her Uncle's eyes and regretted not listening to her own initial advice.

"Young lady, I am not concerned about other kids. You disobeyed me and took it upon yourself to break an agreement between us without consulting me first."

Jennifer felt his anger and disappointment penetrate right through her. She didn't know what to say. She was frightened and felt powerless in his presence.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Tom. Please forgive me." Tears formed in her eyes and she couldn't look at him.

"Jennifer, I don't believe that ten o'clock on school nights is an unreasonable hour for you to be in by. And I will not have you disobeying me while you are here. This time, I will let this incident slide." She finally looked up at him. He continued, "but you ought to know that if anything like this happens again, I will punish you".

I thought a spanking was coming next, but it seems not. We must wait a bit longer for that. Or imagine one in your mind (as I did!)

Their eyes locked with each other and Jennifer felt her skin crawl with an embarrassment she'd never felt before, and also, oddly enough, a strange sort of excitement.

There was silence in the room. 'I will punish you' she heard him say over and over in her mind. How, she couldn't help asking herself. How?

During dinner the next evening, nothing more was said about Jennifer breaking curfew. She looked at her Uncle, almost observing his every move, and wondered why she felt so compelled towards him. He moved with such grace and confidence. She realized to herself that she was filled with layers and layers of different feelings towards her new guardian.

"Why do I feel such a strong pull towards him?" she asked herself . "After all, if anything, I should feeI horribly embarrassed and terribly angry at his treatment of me as though I was a child." But Jennifer didn't feel that way. If anything, his treatment and his words and his anger seemed to make her more intrigued with him and curious about how he would .... She couldn't even finish the thought.

* * *

Friday, Crystal reminded Jennifer that they were all going to the mall. Jennifer at first thought that maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea, would there be a similar incident as what happened at the diner? But then she thought that perhaps she'd give them another chance.

After school, they all met at the mall. The boys went to look at sports clothes and Jennifer and Crystal went to look at women's clothes. As they moved around looking at various items, Jennifer turned to Crystal and saw her putting something in her bag. It dawned on her that Crystal was shoplifting. Jennifer was horrified. She had never taken anything from a store.

Crystal looked at her as though her friend came from another planet and said, "so what? Do you think they're REALLY losing money from this ... " and she paused, "donation? They won't even feel it, dummy, they must make a mint here." Jennifer looked confused. Crystal continued, "anyway, Jen, everybody does it, you know." Instinctively, Jennifer looked around to see if anyone was looking at them. Crystal then suggested, "you know, it's really easy, Jen. You just pick it up as though you're a smart shopper and you know, you're checking the goods out for quality, damage, and style. Then you just open your bag and PLOP!"

Jennifer felt a surge of adventure run through her veins. Crystal impatiently said, "come on, Jennifer, you can't be all that prim and proper, why don't you try it? A free ride every now and then ain't so bad ... ". The girl strolled to the next counter of clothing.

Jennifer could feel Crystal's eyes on her with the expectation that she perform and take something from the store. The two girls exchanged glances. Her heart was beating fast and she could hear in her mind her experienced friend say 'you just pick it up as though you're a smart shopper .... ' and Jennifer found herself holding an elegant gold belt. Crystal approached her and whispered, "see, iust put it in your ... you didn't buy anything, you need a bag ... here take mine" and the girl gave Jenny her bag.

Crystal daringly looked at her friend and Jennifer felt herself succumb to the pressure. She did not want her new friends to laugh and mock her innocence. She slowly opened the bag and put the belt inside. Her heart was beating so fast, she didn't hear the man approach.

"Girls! Wait right there one minute!" Jennifer heard his voice and a split second later realized what was happening. Crystal whispered "oh, shit!" and Jennifer had to grab onto a rack to balance herself from dizziness.

The man brought the two girls to the Senior Manager's office across the floor.
"Mr. Grant," the young man said sharply, "I saw these two ladies take something without making a purchase." Both men looked at the two frightened girls.

"Oh? Well, let's open their bags and see." Jennifer felt the floor move. Her legs and arms trembled. She couldn't breathe and she felt perspiration burn on her forehead. The two men opened the bag.

It was evident that the receipt on the bag reflected only a small part of its contents. The younger gentleman said, "I saw her" and he turned to Jennifer, "take this belt, but I can see now that they've been all over the store."

Jennifer felt the need to say something. "Please I've never done this before and, and ... "

She was cut off by the older man who interjected, "well, young lady, you certainly picked the wrong store to start in!" Her eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment and fear. She found a chair a few feet away and sat down. Crystal remained standing with her hands on her hips trying to look as tough as possible. Jennifer wondered if her friend was as frightened as she was.

Mr. Grant removed his eyeglasses and continued, "You see, we don't tolerate shoplifters here. I don't care whether this was your first time or if you do this as a profession. We do not let shoplifters go because we know you will come right back here and do this again."

Jennifer cried out, "no, we won't. I swear we won't." Crystal softened a bit and exclaimed, "hey come on, just let it ride and take back the stuff, and we'll get outta here and never come back, we promise, OK?"

The man responded, "No, that's not OK Miss. I'm going to call both of your parents and then the police!"

Jennifer wanted to die. She began to cry. She hated what she had done. And she hated the reasons for which she had done it. Mr. Grant looked at her and saw the tears streaming down her face. Sympathetically he said, "I wish you girls would have thought about the consequences before you went on this shameful shopping spree."

Jennifer could not answer. She just sat there and cried softly and bitterly. She knew she was in real trouble. Her Uncle would be absolutely furious with her. Then to make matters worse she would have a criminal record. She looked up at him and asked him between her sobs to please call her Uncle first. She explained that she lived with her Uncle and Aunt and that would he be so kind as to call her Uncle before he called the police. He agreed to do so and asked both girls to give him their phone numbers. He then asked the girls to step outside his office so he may talk to their parents in private.

There were fifteen minutes of waiting. Jennifer wondered, what could be taking so long? She listened for police sirens but didn't hear any. Then Mr. Grant came out and told them both to come back in his office. He dismissed the younger man to go back and supervise the store floor. The girls sat down in the chairs facing Mr. Grant's desk.

He paused for a moment and then said, "I've spoken to your Uncle and your father and I've decided not to call the police." Jennifer sighed with relief. He continued, "they should be here any moment to pick you up and they've assured me that this won't happen again."

Mr. Grant stood up and turned to the open door. From her chair, Jennifer looked to her right and saw her Uncle Tom standing in the doorway. His face was set and severe. Jennifer could feel stronger tears begin. Her Uncle looked down at her with anger and extreme disapproval. He didn't say a word. His right eyebrow was raised somewhat just as it had been right before he spanked her when she was eleven years old. She felt herself trembling.

On one hand she felt safe now that Uncle Tom was here, nobody would put her in jail, nobody would brand her a criminal. At the same time she realized she was very frightened of him. She could see that he was so angry at what she had done. Mr. Grant asked Crystal to wait outside in the lobby for a moment. When the door closed, he sat down in his chair and said, "Mr. Barrett, I wanted to have a few words with the two of you. I can see that Jennifer is not the kind of girl that we normally have in here for these kinds of problems. And she did tell me that this was her first time of ever doing something like this. While I am not exonerating her, I do believe that she committed this crime more out of peer pressure than out of her own nature."

Tom Barrett just stood and listened to the man speak.

Mr. Grant finished by saying, "I don't think that she is a criminal, she just made a bad mistake, and that is why I decided not to call the police."

Tom Barrett finally spoke. His words were sharp and crisp. "Thank you for your consideration. But .." and his eyebrow lifted higher, "my niece knows better". And that was all he had to say.

Tom Barrett walked alongside his niece, out of the building and to his car, without saying a word. Jennifer truly felt sorry and so ashamed of herself. He let her in on the passenger's side and then walked around to the driver's side. He started the car and drove home without looking once at her. She started to cry again and wondered what he would say when they got home. Amidst her sobs, she softly said, "Uncle Tom, please ... Uncle Tom, I'm so sorry for what I did." There was no response.

When they arrived home her Uncle turned to her and finally spoke. "Get out." She got out of the car and followed him into the house. Elaine was waiting in the living room. She looked at her niece, shook her head, and said, "Oh dear, what made you do it?" Jennifer looked to the floor. She couldn't face her guardians. Her Uncle flatly said, "Jennifer, go to your room." She ran upstairs. She lay in bed crying. How did I get into such a mess, she asked herself. How could I have been so stupid? A new wave of guilt flooded her mind. She had committed a crime.

Eventually, as she feared, there was a knock on her door. Elaine entered and told the crying teenager that she was being summoned to the study. Jennifer expected this. She knew that her Uncle was not like her own father. There wouldn't simply be a warning and a scolding. Her Uncle had greater expectations of his niece.

She couldn't move. Elaine took her hand and gently pulled her up. Neither of them said a word. Jennifer hesitantly walked down the stairs and into the study. Her Uncle was standing to the right of his desk. That eyebrow was raised again. That spark of anger was present. Jennifer stood in the middle of the room with her eyes downcast, her hands clasped in front.

Elaine turned to leave the study but her husband stopped her. "No, she is your niece too. You will stay." The woman did not respond. She turned and nervously watched from the back of the room. She knew her husband had a low tolerance level for such childish misbehaviour. She felt empathy for the young girl.

He slowly moved closer to Jennifer. "Sit," he sharply ordered. She felt weak at the knees but managed to shift her body into the chair. She lifted her head to look at him and saw his angry eyes, his severe, disapproving expression. Her heart began to beat rapidly. He looked down at her and she felt like a small child. She wanted to run into his arms and beg for forgiveness, but she knew that he would not stand for that. Jennifer lowered her eyes again. But she couldn't avoid feeling his penetrating gaze.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady?" he demanded. She could not answer. It was obvious that she was guilty of doing something very wrong. She realized that she could not talk her way out of her predicament.

"Get up," he calmly ordered. He took a straight-backed chair from the corner of the room and placed it in the middle of the large study. He went to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a large brown wooden hairbrush. This made Jennifer gasp in horror. He walked to her and took her wrist leading her to stand beside the chair. He towered over her and sharply said, "Now Jennifer, what you have done is unforgivable. I am going to make sure you never do this again." As he spoke, he rolled his shirt sleeves up past the elbow. Jennifer watched his every move in shock. She found herself taking short rapid breaths. He's going to spank me, she thought in horror. Oh God, he's going to spank me!

As he sat down on the chair, she quietly whispered, "Please, Uncle Tom, No. " She wanted so desperately to tell him, 'I'm too old to be spanked! I'm a woman! I'm 17! You can't do this to me!' but the words just couldn't come out of her mouth.

He grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her over his lap. He immediately lifted her skirt rolling it up slowly to her back. She frantically started to squirm. 'I can't believe this is happening to me! 'she cried to herself. Finally the words escaped her lips. "Please," she cried, "please Uncle Tom, don't do this to me! This isn't fair. This is horrible. I don't deserve this kind of treatment!"

He did not respond with words. She felt his fingers slide under the waistband of her pink panties. She screamed, "NO! NO! Please, don't take my panties down! I'll feel it over them, I swear I will!"

"Oh no, you won't!" he answered sharply. He put his thumb under the bottom of her panties by her right cheek and quickly squeezed the cotton undergarment into a small ball of cloth. He jerked them down with such a force.

With forced calmness, her Uncle spoke again. "Jennifer, I am going to give you a very long and hard spanking, and all sound spankings in this house are administered on the bare bottom."

She turned her head to the left and searched for her Aunt in the back of the room. From her sideways perspective, she could hardly see the woman standing and nervously looking on. She pleaded, "Aunt Elaine, please, make him stop! This is indecent! It's not fair! I'm not a baby!" There was no response. Elaine Barrett stood and felt sympathy for the girl, however, even she believed that her niece deserved to be severely punished.

Receiving no response from her Aunt, Jennifer pleaded again with her strict Uncle. "Uncle Tom, please, punish me some other way. Please! This is horrible!"

He calmly responded, "I know you're embarrassed, and rightly so, but you should have thought of that before you decided to go shoplifting!"

Tom Barrett lifted his right leg and lightly clamped it over both of her legs. He placed both of his hands on her waist, slightly lifted her up and shifted her further over to his left. Feeling his hands on her bare waist made Jennifer shiver with embarrassment.

Her bottom was now sticking straight up. She was mortified to be in this horrible position. He bent his right leg further in over hers, tightly securing her lower thighs. Her bottom and upper thighs were completely exposed. Jennifer was outraged and tried to move but she could not. She felt the cold air all over her bare bottom and realized that her private and most intimate parts were on open view to her Uncle. She wanted so desperately to kick and move and squirm, but his outer leg held her so tightly. She couldn't even kick at the floor. Her body was so petite that this position barely allowed her toes to touch the carpet.

He observed her pale and twitching bottom cheeks. "Do not try to cover your bottom with your hands, or I will have Aunt Elaine hold your wrists very tightly in front of you." Jennifer clenched her hands into fists and rested one on the floor, the other on the leg of the chair for balance. It would be too horrible if her Aunt were to actively participate in this too.

And then he went to work! His right hand rose in the air and came down with a whip-like force on her outer cheek. She sucked in air with the shock of the slap. He lifted it again and then spanked her on the left cheek with equal. force. She screamed "NO!!" and uselessly tried to squirm about. He raised his right hand again and began spanking her all over her bare bottom with short sharp slaps. She was helpless. She couldn't move and it was a pure struggle for her to prevent herself from screaming aloud. He continued with the spanks while Jennifer moved her upper body and "Oooh'ed and "Ahhh'ed with the discomfort. Soon the prickly heat turned into real pain.

After about twenty spanks he started on her thighs. This was too much for her to bear. She began crying earnestly begging him not to spank her there. Tom Barrett wasn't listening. He continued spanking her thighs and then started again on her bottom. By now the teenager's entire spanking area was glowing a rosy red. A new flurry of ten harder slaps addressed her bottom. "Oh, please Uncle Tom, I'm so sorry .... please stop now, please," but he continued peppering her bottom.

Finally the man stopped. He loosened his right leg and bent slightly to pick up the hairbrush that lay on the floor to the right of him. Jennifer thought that her ordeal was over. But when her Uncle's leg tightened back over her legs, she realized that he was just getting started.

Jennifer's Uncle pulled her body in even more tightly for he knew that the hairbrush would be overwhelming. His heart did not soften though; she had committed a grave act and he was going to make sure that he devastated her enough never to repeat this mistake. He lifted the hairbrush. Although Jennifer could not see behind her, she sensed that the real part of her punishment would now begin. Fear overwhelmed the girl. She sobbed ever louder now. She was filled with emotions of pain, fear, and pure embarrassment.

With the strength in his wrist, he snapped the brush down on the lower part of her right buttock. The shock of the hairbrush was too much for Jennifer. The upper part of her body lifted right up and she screamed, "NO! Uncle Tom, no, that's too hard, please, I can't take it, I can't take it!" and he raised the brush again and snapped it down on the left cheek.

Her body raised and lowered itself involuntarily. Her breasts strained in their bra with each deep intake of breath. Her tears were streaming down her face and falling onto the blurred carpet below. She had never known such burning pain before. Her legs, so stiff under his hold, could barely cross at the ankles. She needed to move, to squirm around, to fight this, but it was useless. She just had to take all that he felt necessary to give.

And Tom Barrett was giving her a lot! He spanked her with the hairbrush all over her tender bottom. He would slap it down on the right side, and then would repeat the same cadence on the left. Then he would hairbrush her thighs. Up one side, across,and then down the other side. He then would choose a portion of her bottom and would spank that same spot three and four times.

Elaine Barrett walked alongside the left wall of the study and quietly approached her husband. She softly said to him, "Tom, please, it's enough. The poor girl has had enough." Her husband looked her straight in the eye, took in a deep breath, and sharply spoke to his wife. "If you don't want the same, then you'll stay out of this!"

With a broken heart for her niece, she resorted back to her original place in the study while Jennifer's Uncle resumed the spanking. He was busy teaching this child a lesson. He was determined to spank out every ounce of possible delinquency in her. After spanking the entire lower portion of her bottom and thighs he noticed that her cheeks were now glowing a very deep red, almost taking on a light purplish hue. It was only then that he began to consciously hear her shrieks.

Tom Barrett could see that his niece was showing clear signs of learning her lesson. Her crying, her mumbling, and the trembling of her small body--yes, it was apparent to him that his naughty niece was finally learning her lesson.

Jennifer felt as though there was a raging fire in her from the waist down. She did not move or twist anymore. She just lay there slumping and softly crying her heart out.

Tom Barrett was finally finished with his niece's correction. He let her remain over his lap for a few moments of relief until she realized that her ordeal was finally over.

Uncle Tom removed his leg from over hers. Aunt Elaine approached them in the middle of the room. Jennifer wanted to get up but couldn't find the strength. Tom Barrett gently took his niece by the shoulders and lifted her up. They were now all standing but Jennifer could hardly balance herself on her feet. She was in a daze, still crying, still mumbling, her face so wet with streaks of tears and perspiration. Aunt Elaine helped her regain her balance by having the girl lean on her shoulder.

Finally Jennifer became more coherent. She could feel the fire acutely burn in her bottom and thighs. Her Aunt handed her a few tissues to wipe her face and then disappeared toward the kitchen. Jennifer slowly raised her eyes to look up at her uncle. She wanted to rub her bottom but was mesmerized and caught in his stare. Amidst her pain, and within his stare, she began to feel so ashamed at her behaviour during the last twenty minutes. She now just cried softly. She was aware that she had done wrong, very wrong. And she began to tell herself that she deserved every spank he had given her.

He continued to look down at her. His eyes softened, and he told her to go to her room for the rest of the evening. He spoke softly but firmly. She felt her bottom throbbing with pain, but now she also felt an unusual sensation in the lower front of her body and between her legs. She did not want to leave until she spoke a few words to him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. There was a moment of complete silence between them. He softly whispered back to her. "It's over now, Jennifer. Why don't you go to your room and rest."

She felt fresh tears burn in her eyes. She did not want to leave him. She wanted to make sure he still loved her. She felt embarrassed standing before him and looking so dishevelled, but she had to re-establish the security of their relationship. She struggled with her next words. Tears fell from her eyes and she whispered, "do ... do you still love me?" Another moment of silence ensued. She could see in his eyes that he did.

"Jenny," he softly said, "I do not like punishing you. But when you deserve it, I have to do it. And today you did something very, very wrong." She thought she saw something shine in his eye. It must have been her own tears. "We'll talk tomorrow," he said almost in a whisper. She lowered her head and nodded. She turned and slowly left the study. He was still staring at her as she left.

And so Jennifer carefully makes the long climb up the stairs and into her bedroom. As she peels off her clothes she finds herself feeling not only the fire in her bottom, but also a sense of warmth within her, a sense of security all around her, and the sense of parental concern and authority she knows she has always needed.
She looks forward to some much needed sleep. And she looks forward to talking to her Uncle tomorrow.

And somehow the fires in her bottom are not the only fires that burn fiercely inside her tonight.

Monday, November 19, 2018

What a wild weekend it was! So many visitors, so many kind comments, and a huge number of first-time commenters. A big thank you to all the bloggers who participated in this year's Love Our Lurkers extravaganza, and a special thanks to Ronnie for all her help. It was an excellent opportunity for readers to discover blogs they might otherwise not have known about.

I am especially grateful to the commenters who left suggestions and told me what they liked about my blog. I will be reinstating our Complete the Caption challenge, so if you spot a picture you think might be fun to caption, please send it to me.

All in all, it was a lot of fun. If you have any suggestions on how we can make next year's LOL even better, please let me know.

Sunday, November 18, 2018

The day we've been waiting and planning for has finally arrived! It's day one of our annual Love our Lurkers celebration. The tradition was started by Bonnie, the queen of spanking bloggers, and this is our 13th opportunity to encourage our lurkers out of the shadows.

If you are a silent reader who has never dared to leave a comment, now is your chance. We know you're out there, so don't be shy! You are among friends here. You may remain anonymous if you wish, or use a pen name. What should you say? That's entirely up to you. "Hello" is fine. I would love to know what your favourite spanking implement is.

If you're a blogger and want to jump in and take part, please leave a comment below so I can link your blog too. It's never too late to join us.

Scroll down to see the list of blogs participating in this year's Love Our Lurkers festivities. These bloggers all want to hear from you, so please pay them a visit. Some bloggers are putting a second LOL post and some bloggers are joining in on the second day, so scroll waaay down to see what's new on Saturday.

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

The following article is from a long-gone website, and has been around some time. It is pretty basic but it never hurts to go back to basics occasionally.

Spanking - Position and Posture

One of the factors that sets spanking apart from other forms of swatting is the deliberate and sometimes ceremonial positioning of the participants. While some spankings are haphazard, I prefer spankings that include the ritual of positioning.

Both the spankee and spanker adopt positions that facilitate and enhance the spanking. These positions generally work to the advantage of the spanker and the disadvantage of the spankee.

The spanker enjoys the following advantages from their position:

Comfort. Whether standing or sitting, the spanker is positioned to be comfortable throughout the spanking. They are able to swing their arm at a natural angle and able to sustain a lengthy spanking with ease because of their position.

Strength. Because they are able to wind up and freely swing their arm at a natural angle, the spanker is able to apply swats to the intended target with force. While standing, the spanker cannot only swing their arm but rotate their body to deliver maximum energy to an anxiously awaiting, clenching derriere.

Full access to the bottom to be spanked. The spankee's position is designed to fully expose their bottom and the spanker's relative position is designed to put that bottom at a convenient angle and height. Therefore, the spanker is able completely view, tweak, pat, and spank it.

Safety. Because the spanker is in the position to easily spank the rear-end at the correct angle, it is much less likely that a blow will fall too high or too low.

Control. The spanker's position gives them the "upper hand" and allows them to easily control the spankee. They sit or stand higher than the spankee and are easily able to restrain and situate the spankee.

The spankee realizes the following effects from their position:

Relative comfort. Except for the notable exception of their backside, I think it's important that the spankee be relatively comfortable so they can focus on the sensations being inflicted upon their posterior.

Anticipation. Bending over and getting into position to get your bottom blistered signals the beginning of the spanking and builds anticipation.

Increased sensation. A properly positioned bottom will tend to be spanked harder and more completely on the sensitive "sit spot".

Humiliation. Being put over the knee is a childish, humiliating posture. Having to "assume the position" is humiliating in its submission and rubs in the fact that they are being spanked.

Exposure. A properly positioned bottom is fully exposed. The cheeks are fully presented and split, their undersides turned up.

Emphasis on their bottom. Spanking positions place the center of attention on the bottom of the person being spanked, a fact not lost on said person. The bottom is emphasized by its exposure and upturned position relative to the spanker.Presentation of their bottom. Not only is the bottom exposed and emphasized but the spankee feels they are willingly "sticking it out" and presenting it for its punishment in the same way as the condemned man who must place his head on the chopping block. The spankee knows their bottom cannot evade or escape the swats.

Submission. Cooperatively getting into position to be spanked is the primary act of submission in spanking.

Safety. Although it may be of little solace, the spankee can take comfort in the fact that their position affords safety from injury. Of course, this can be disconcerting if they know they will be spanked with even more abandon.

Loss of control. Once positioned, the spankee has relinquished control and may not easily regain it until the spanking is done. They may have difficulty removing their rear from the line of fire if they try.

Inability to clench. When standing, one can clench their cheeks together, mitigating the sting of a swat and the exposure. When properly positioned, it is more difficult to clench cheeks and the spanking will be applied to a relaxed, bouncing bottom.Excellent visual presentation. Speaking from the point of view of an admitted bottom fancier, there a few times that someone looks more adorable and beautiful than when he or she is positioned to be spanked. Not only is the bottom emphasized, but it is formed to a flattering shape and sexily perked out. Spanking positions would be sexy even to people not into spanking.

Following are descriptions of various positions that I find erotic, their distinguishing characteristics, tactics that can be used to enhance them, and precautions to take. All descriptions assume a right-handed spanker.

Over the lap. Spanker is sitting with good posture in an armless chair, knees together. Person being spanked must lay face- down across the spanker's lap, their head to the left and feet to the right. They must be over the lap far enough so their bottom is conveniently located directly over the spanker's right thigh.

In order to preserve modesty, the person being spanked may be tempted to lie flat with their head up and legs straight out behind; however, if they are concerned for their modesty, they shouldn't have gotten themselves spanked in the first place. The spankee's head and shoulders should be angled down and their knees tucked down out of the way so that their bottom is well turned up. A palm pressed against the back of the head and swats to the thighs are helpful in positioning the spankee.

Knees should be at least six inches apart and the lower back should be "arched" or dipped to further turn up their rear. For a woman, this will result in her vulva being fully exposed and presented. Depending on size, toes will either be resting against the floor or hoisted off a few inches. The full weight of the spankee should be resting on the lap.

Hands can either be on the floor or grasping the legs of the chair. If the right hand flies back during spanking, it should be pinned to the lower back by the spanker's left hand.

Prior to starting to spank, the spanker should firmly grasp the spankee's waist above the right hip with the left hand to prevent squirming off the lap. Then the left elbow should be planted between the shoulder blades to keep the head and shoulders from bobbing up.

The spanker should raise their right knee slightly, turning up the bottom further. In the case of a woman spanking a boy, she should make sure his penis is pressed firmly against her right thigh and aimed to the left.

By turning their upper body to the right, the spanker can get a fuller swing and more comfortably apply a stronger swat.

By combining all of these tactics - the raised knee, the elbow in the back, the hand in the small of the back - the spanker can effectively pin the spankee down and spank the daylights out of them.

Over the knee. Similar to over-the-lap except the spankee is bent over the left knee with their legs restrained by the spanker's right leg.

Hands on ankles. This is the classic school-style paddling position. The student must stand well clear of obstacles with feet shoulder width apart. Leaving knees straight and back straight, the student must bend over and grasp their ankles with both hands. The spanker may want to observe the student's hands throughout the paddling to ensure they do not leave the ankles and earn extra swats.

The spanker stands facing the left side of the student. They should stand far enough away so the paddle barely overlaps past the right cheek. They should adjust fore and aft to ensure that both cheeks are struck at the same time (assuming a paddle is being used. Canes and straps warrant slightly forward positioning).

It is not possible to more fully expose and present a rear end than when in this position. When one is told to bend over and grab their ankles, one is, in effect, being told, "we intend to thoroughly paddle your bottom. So not only will you present your rear-end but you will stretch and endeavor to stick it up and out as far as you can absolutely positively can. And throughout the paddling, you will continue to strain to stick it out for the paddle."

Since the angle between the legs and the upper body is well under 90 degrees, this position spreads the cheeks and exposes the rectum and genitals more than any other position.

This is a great fantasy position but I think it only works safely in reality for spankees with flexible bodies (especially when a thick paddle is used). Inflexible people can't reach their ankles without bending their knees. Men run the risk of getting their testicles whacked. Non-fleshy butts get pulled tightly across the pelvic bones and don't provide enough padding when a heavy paddle is used.

Hands on knees. A safer, more workable position than hands-onankles. The bottom is presented in a plumper, more paddle-friendly shape but visually, the position is still very school-like. Depending on the person, I think this position can be more visually appealing because the back can be arched a bit which perks up the bottom. In fact, the further up the legs the hands are placed, the more the spankee can arch their back and stick out their rump.

Again, feet should be shoulder width apart and hand position enforced. Because the back can be arched and bottom upturned, it should be required, both prior and during the paddling. A technique which tends to arch the back correctly is to require the student to look forward at a spot high on the wall. That way, they are required to pull their head up and arch their back.Over the desk on tiptoes. Another school-like position. The student must bend over a desk with nose or chest pressed to the desk. Hands and arms should be placed on the desk over their head to further arch the back. To further elevate their bottoms to be spanked, they must raise up on to their toes. Penalty swats can be awarded for every incidence of a heel touching the floor (hint: watch after the "last" swat before the student is told they may relax).

Over a barstool or horse. This is probably the best position for paddling because the bottom is presented in a plump and relaxed manner. The person to be punished must lay their full weight across the stool, their feet hanging and hands grasping the legs of the stool at a level such that there is a little support for their upper body.

This is a relaxed, comfortable position which works well for lengthy spankings.

Lying on bed. Another comfortable position for lengthy spankings and ensuing diversions. The spankee must lay face-down on a bed. Their face should be pressed to the mattress while their hips and bottom are elevated on pillows. Since pillows are compressible, it may take three or four to achieve the proper elevation.

Kneeling in chair. One of my favorite positions for spankees with great butts because, properly executed, it presents the rear in its most flattering light. The trick is in the execution.

The spankee must kneel in the seat of a padded chair (save those knees) facing the back with the thighs vertical and upper body forward over the back. Again, the spankee should be required to arch the back well.

Two things conspire to shape his or her bottom cutely. First, the back of the chair prevents him or her from bending so far as to preclude a good back arch. Second, just as high heels shape calves fully by angling the foot to shorten and bulge the calf muscle, kneeling with the calves at right angles to the thighs seems to allow the buttocks to bulge fully.

I've found the following tactics can be used to enhance and focus on positioning:Adjustment & readjustment. I think it's important to deliberately position and adjust the spankee prior to the first swat. Emphasis should be placed on positioning and presenting the bottom fully. Throughout the spanking, the spankee should be readjusted as their position begins to fail.

Verbal instruction. I think it's best to require the spankee to willfully maintain their own position with out the physical assistance of the spanker especially in the case of stand-up paddlings. Therefore, verbal communication is necessary throughout the spanking to encourage the spankee to continue to assume the correct position.

Pickiness. One of the disciplinary aspects of spanking is that no matter how perfect the spankee is positioned, they can always improve, stick their bottom out a little further, etc. The spanker should not feel guilty that their exacting demands regarding position are perhaps a little too picky and unrealistic.

Monday, November 12, 2018

Jack: Prefer NOW, no matter where. Longest was an eight hour car ride back
home after visiting wife's close friend. Nothing said at the time, but
once in the car I was told. She was quiet until we got home, she let
loose and my bare bottom will attest to that.

Yorkie: Ours are nearly always planned as living with adult kids requires them
all to be OUT. As I am the one who is spanked and yet does all the
driving for our activities my anticipation is usually ramped up to the
max. Occasionally, when we might have a weekend away it may be a bit
more spontaneous but even then I am the one thinking about it LONG
before we do it.

Bernie: I'm all for some amount of anticipation. I love wondering exactly what will happen, with what, and when.

Paul: Sometimes its at the moment.The hottest is when I am told to be prepared and go to our room strip and wait. Often a few hours nose to the wall in the corner. Then she enters takes time selecting what she will use. The longer I wait the hotter I get!

PrincessImp: I feel compelled to answer, as I am currently waiting for a spanking. I
have suspected I had one coming since Thursday evening. I was just
told tonight that I am getting it tomorrow. It is a punishment, so I do
not like waiting, but can tolerate it. If it were a sexy spanking,
waiting can be extremely fun.

QBuzz: We tend to plan in advance by text, sometimes on the day and sometimes a
few days in advance. Whether I'm going to be spanking or getting
spanked, the anticipation is always a thrill!

Roz: There is something to be said for some build-up and anticipation.
However, it depends on the kind of spanking and length of the wait. We
have had to wait up to a week and by then the whole reason for the
spanking and feelings surrounding it had somewhat dimished.

Bogey: Bacall likes to think about it overnight, to give her time to get her mind right. To go from Alpha to sub

Arched one: Most of my spanking happens as soon as she tells me. But once we were
staying with her Aunt for a week. A couple of days before we left as we
got into bed she told me after we leave the first hotel we stay at you
are getting spanked bent over the side of the bed and laying on the bed
over pillows. I knew she was upset over something I had said and for the
next 2 days I had butterflies. I think that was the only time I had to
wait.

Katie: Hi Hermione, :) I think it depends on the kind of spanking that one has
coming their way. Most are pretty immediate these days, and then over.
Anticipation can be really fun, if one is waiting for a hot, sexy
sparking! Can be a big turn on!

Sir Wendel: All of our spankings are for fun. Wait time just adds to the excitement.

The
longest wait for me came after a family gathering. The Misses was mad
that I spent most of the time hanging out with her brother-in-law in the
basement. When we got in the car she announced that I would be getting a
whipping when we got home. The traffic was backed up so it almost two
hours before we got home. She reminded me several times during the ride
that the whipping was coming. It was very arousing. As soon as we got
home she told me to me to pull my pants down and bend over the end of
the bed. My bottom was sore for quite some time.

The longest wait
the Misses had to endure was about four hours. I caught her rubbing her
bottom several times in anticipation of the spanking. When the time came
I grabbed the paddle and took her to the kitchen. I put her over my
lap, took her skirt up, panties down and paddled her bottom until it
glowed in the dark.

Barrel: Most of our spankings are a prelude to making love, so not much build
up. However, several times a year and interspaced around doctor’s
visits for obvious reasons, we plan punishment sessions. These always
involve some level of prolonged anticipation that include reminders for
several days of what is coming; oiling of the leather strap and riding
crops; wearing hose and a plug to work on the fateful day; a nice lunch
or quick drink at an intimate bistro wherein she will tell me quite
clearly how she intends to punish me. All this concludes with me
preparing the bench at the bottom of our bed with a towel and pillows,
restraints and neatly laying out the implements she desires. Then one
deep gaze into her eyes as she gently guides me to the bench.

Anon: Both spontaneity and anticipation can work well for me. Even if I’m not
relaxed, once my bottom is being thrashed I usually get into a mood where
there are no other worries in the world jus what is going on. A
wonderful feeling.

Last
week, we talked about having a “rendezvous” but didn’t quite get around
to it. I went to bed and was half asleep, when Irene came in with her
riding crop. She whipped my bottom thoroughly and I fell into a deep
blissful sleep. Really nice, and we finished with more discipline and
sex the next day.

Bonnie: I'll wait if I must, especially if there is a planned build up. But most times, I prefer to get on with it.

Hermione: Since I almost always know in advance when one is coming, I am used to waiting. It add a certain frisson of expectancy and dread that adds to the overall experience.

Sunday, November 11, 2018

I'm glad to see you here this weekend on the 100th anniversary of the end of World War I. Let us pause for a moment to remember the many who gave their lives for their countries.

Now on to more light-hearted matters. Sometimes spankings are spontaneous, but at other times we receive advance warning that a spanking is coming some time in the future. But when?

How do you feel about having to wait for a spanking? What is the longest time you have had to wait? Which do you prefer: immediate attention, or a prolonged period to dwell upon the impending paddling?

Leave your response as a comment and I will publish a summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to respond.

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Love Our Lurkers days are coming up at the end of next week, and I want you to participate. It's the time when our silent readers are encouraged to come out of hiding and leave a comment. The details are:

What is it? Lurkers, anonymous readers, call them what you will. They are the people who read our blogs on a regular or occasional basis, but never leave a comment. On LOL days, we encourage those people to be brave and leave a comment. Most blogs allow commenters to remain anonymous, so you never have to reveal your real identity.

Where is it? It's everywhere, but right here on this blog, I will put up a post and record the links to all bloggers who are participating in LOL Days. If you want to see who has joined in the fun, drop by here and you will see the list. If you are joining in, please leave a comment on my post after you publish yours so that I can include you.

When is it? Friday, November 16 and Saturday, November 17.

What do I have to do? If you are a blogger, publish a post on November 16, encouraging your silent readers to leave a comment. "Love Our Lurkers" in the title will be helpful but not compulsory.

What do I say? Some bloggers ask questions for their lurkers to answer. Others have competitions, with a spank for every comment left. Still others only want all their readers to say hello. The important thing is to be friendly and encouraging to readers who might be apprehensive about leaving a comment. Please remember to allow anonymous comments, even if only for a day or two.
How can I help right now? If you have not already done so, I invite you to post an advance LOL Days announcement soon, so that all your readers know about it too. Not all bloggers read this blog, and we want to be sure nobody is left out.

My creative friend Enzo made the images at the top and bottom of this post, and you are welcome to use one of them in your post. If you would rather choose your own distinctive graphic way of encouraging lurkers out of their shells, then go for it!